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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Nico,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.