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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
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.