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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.