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 Qatar and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.