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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.