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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.