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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Index,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.