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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.