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 Poland and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.