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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.