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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.