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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Excepter,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.