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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Can,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.