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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Grass Roots to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.