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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.