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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
X-101,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.