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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Nico,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.