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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
The Index,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.