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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.