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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
X-101,
The Residents,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.