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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Can,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.