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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.