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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.