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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.