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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.