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 Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.