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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.