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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
June Days,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
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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.