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 Nauru and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.