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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.