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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
The Sonics,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.