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 Pakistan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.