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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.