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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Josef K,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.