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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.