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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.