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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip 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?
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.