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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.