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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
ABC,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.