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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.