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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
AZ,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.