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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.