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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.