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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Make Up,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Wire,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.