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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.