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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.