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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
June Days,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.