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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.