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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.