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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.