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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.