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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.