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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.