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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.