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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Last Poets to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.