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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.