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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Japan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.