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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.