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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.