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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Mars,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.