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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Model 500 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.