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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.