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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.