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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Can,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
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.