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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.