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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 McCallum to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.