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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.