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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 organ 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.