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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.