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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lyres to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.