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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Index,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.