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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.