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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Motorama,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.