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 Philippines and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.