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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.