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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.