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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Index to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.