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 Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.