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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Monolake,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.