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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.