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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.