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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.