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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
the Association,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.