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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Ludus,
UT,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.