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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.