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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Ten City,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.