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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Index,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.