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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.