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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.