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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.