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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
AZ,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.