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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.