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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.