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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.