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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.