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 Guyana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.