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 Kenya 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.