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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
The Evens,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.