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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Little Man 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.