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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.