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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Quando Quango 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Can,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.