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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Excepter,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.