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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Wire,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.