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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.