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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.