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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.