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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.