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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.