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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.