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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.