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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.