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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.