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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Darondo,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
ABC,
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.