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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Niagra,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.