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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.