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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
10cc,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.