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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.