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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Names,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.