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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Japan,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.