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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
UT,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.