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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.