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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.