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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.