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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.