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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.