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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.