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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Index,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.