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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Jandek,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.