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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.