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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.