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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.