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 China and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.