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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.