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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.