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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.