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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Brick,
DNA,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.