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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.