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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.