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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.