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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.