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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.