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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.