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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.