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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.