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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.