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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.