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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.