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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Skaos,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.