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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.