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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.