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 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
The Cure,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.