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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.