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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.