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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.