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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.