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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.