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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Nico,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.