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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Oneida,
MDC,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.