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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
This Heat,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.