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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Evens to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.