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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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?
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.