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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mars to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.