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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.