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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.