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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.