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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
DNA,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.