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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Human League to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.