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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Make Up to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the 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.