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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Stooges to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.