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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Faust,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.