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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.