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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.