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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.