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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.