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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
ABBA,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.