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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.