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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pulsallama 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.