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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Index,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
X-101,
Wings,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.