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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.