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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.