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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.