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 Niger and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.