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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Pussy Galore 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.