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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.