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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.