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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
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,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.