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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.