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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.