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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Organ,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.