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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.