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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.