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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Visage,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.