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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Nas,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.