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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.