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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.