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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Flipper,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.