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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.