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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.