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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.