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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.