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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.