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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Fire Engines to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.