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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.