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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.