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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.