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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.