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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.