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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.