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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.