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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.