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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Monolake,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.