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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
the Association,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.