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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.