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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Q65,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.