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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.