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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.