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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.