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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.