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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
the Association,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.