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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.