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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.