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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.