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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.