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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Wire,
UT,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.