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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.