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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.