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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Franke,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.