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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.