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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
The Gories,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.