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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the jazz 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.