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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.