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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.