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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Index,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.