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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks 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 grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.