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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.