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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.