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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.