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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.