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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.