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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.