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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.