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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Ludus,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.