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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.