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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.