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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Altered Images,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.