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 Bahrain 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.