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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.