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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.