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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
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Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Zapp,
ABC,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.