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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.