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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 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?
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.