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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.