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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.