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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Wire,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.