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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Names 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 rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.