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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
cv313,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.