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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.