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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.