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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.