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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.