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 Croatia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantaleimon to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.