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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.