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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Offenders to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s 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 Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Make Up,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.