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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.