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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.