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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.