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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.