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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.