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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Magma,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.