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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Index,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.