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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.