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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Saints,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
the Association,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.