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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.