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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.