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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.