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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.