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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Organ,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.