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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Wings,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.