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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.