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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.