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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.