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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Model 500,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.