Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Slave,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.