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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.