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 Oman 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.