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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.