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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.