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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Brick,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.