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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.