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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.