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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.