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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.