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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.