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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.