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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Franke,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.