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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.