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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.