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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.