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 St Lucia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.