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 Belize and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.