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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.