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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Hoover to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.