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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Aswad,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.