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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.