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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
June of 44,
10cc,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.