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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Normal to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.