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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.