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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.