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 Georgia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.