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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.