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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Television,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.