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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.