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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.