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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.