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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.