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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
X-102,
The Saints,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.