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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.