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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.