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 Maldives and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
June Days,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.