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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.