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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.