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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.