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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
The Motions,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.