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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.