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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.