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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Index,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.