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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Index,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.