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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.