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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cowsills to the jazz 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.