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 Egypt and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.