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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.