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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.