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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.