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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.