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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.