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 Bulgaria 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
The Smoke,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.