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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Section 25,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.