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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Franke,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.