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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.