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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.