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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.