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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.