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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.