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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.