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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.