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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.