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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.