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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.