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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.