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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.