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 Austria 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.