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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.