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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.