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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 H. Thieme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.