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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Wings,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.