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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.