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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Nico,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.