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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.