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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.