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 Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.