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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.