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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.