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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.