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 Iran 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.