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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Magma,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.