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 London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Intrusion to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.