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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.