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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.