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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.