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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.