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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.