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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
June of 44,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.