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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.