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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Visage,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.