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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 ABBA 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.