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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
MC5,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.