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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.