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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Scion,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.