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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Ituana,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.