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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 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 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.