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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.