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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
the Slits,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.