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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.