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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.