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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 United States of America to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.