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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
This Heat,
UT,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.