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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
The Index,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.