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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.