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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.