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 Czech Republic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.