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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.