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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
This Heat,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.