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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.