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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.