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 Ecuador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Index,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.