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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.