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 Hungary 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.