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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.