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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
New Order,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.