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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.