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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
ABC,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.