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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saints to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.