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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.