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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.