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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.