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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
the Germs,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.