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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.