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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.