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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Visage,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.