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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.