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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.