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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.