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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.