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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.