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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.