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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.