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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.