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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.