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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.