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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
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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.