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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.