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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
June Days,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.