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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.