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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Swans,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Ituana,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.