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 Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.