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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.