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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.