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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.