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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
X-102,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.