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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.