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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.