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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.