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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Names 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 crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
New Order,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.