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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lyres to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.