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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.