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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.