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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.