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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.