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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.