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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.