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 Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
June Days,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.