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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.