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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.