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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.