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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.