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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.