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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Roxette,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
CMW,
Index,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.