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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.