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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.