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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.