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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.