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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.