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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.