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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.