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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 UT to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.