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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.