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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.