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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.