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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.