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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.