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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Little Man,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.