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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids 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?
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.