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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.