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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
John Cale,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.