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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.