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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.