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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.