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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Josef K,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
DNA,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.