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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.