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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.