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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Monks,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.