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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.