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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.