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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.