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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.