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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.