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 Estonia and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.