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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
UT,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.