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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Slave,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
X-102,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.