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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Can,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.