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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
10cc,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.