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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Scion,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.