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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.