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 France and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
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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.