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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.