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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.