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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.