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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Ronan,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.