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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
The Names,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.