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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.