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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.