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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Roxy Music 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?
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.