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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.