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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
ABC,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.