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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.