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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.