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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.