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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.