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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.