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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.