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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.