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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.