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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The Doors,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.