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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.