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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.