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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.