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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.