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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.