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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.