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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Technova,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.