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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.