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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.